Chords for The Longest Johns, Barrett's Privateers, Severn Seas Festival 2015,Under The Stars
Tempo:
83.2 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Ab
G
Ebm
Cm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Jam Along & Learn...
Oh, the year was 1778, how I wish [Cm] I wasn't sure of now.
I'd ever seen, God damn them all.
gold, with fire, no [Ab] guns, and shit, no tears.
Pier, the last of [Gb] Barrett's [Ab] privateers.
town, how I wish I wasn't sure of [Eb] now.
[G] who would make for him, the [Eb] antelopes crew, God damn them all.
cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
I'd ever seen, God damn them all.
gold, with fire, no [Ab] guns, and shit, no tears.
Pier, the last of [Gb] Barrett's [Ab] privateers.
town, how I wish I wasn't sure of [Eb] now.
[G] who would make for him, the [Eb] antelopes crew, God damn them all.
cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
100% ➙ 83BPM
Eb
Ab
G
Ebm
Cm
Eb
Ab
G
_ Oh, the year was 1778, how I wish [Cm] I wasn't sure of now.
When a letter of [N] Mark came from the King, to the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no [Ab] guns, and shit, no tears.
Now I'm a broken [Eb] man on Halifax Pier, the last of [Gb] Barrett's [Ab] privateers.
Oh, well, St.
Barrett cried the town, how I wish I wasn't sure of [Eb] now.
For twenty brave men, all fishermen, [G] who would make for him, the [Eb] antelopes crew, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
Now I'm a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
The antelope slew, [Ebm] but I skinning sight, how I wish I wasn't [C] sure of now.
[Fm] She'd a list to the port, and her sails in rags, and I'd cook in the scumboot, with the snaggers and jags, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
Now I'm [Eb] a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
[G] On the King's birthday we sailed away, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
We were ninety-one days in Montego [F] Bay, pumping like madmen all the way, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American [N] gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
Now I'm a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
On the ninety-sixth day we sailed again, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
One of the bloody great Yankee holdings, sighed with our cracked four-pounders, we made a kite, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
Now I'm a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
Then at length we sent two cables away, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
Our cracked four-pounders made Norfolk ding, but with one fat ball the Yanks stole us in, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
Now I'm a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
Me and a loaf of sugarcane bitch on our side, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs, and a main track carried off both me legs, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
[Ebm] Now I'm a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
[N] So here I lay in my twenty-third year, how I [Eb] wish I wasn't sure of now.
[N] It's been six years since we sailed away, and I shmailed Halifax yesterday, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
Now I'm a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's _ _ _ privateers. _ _ _ _ _
When a letter of [N] Mark came from the King, to the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no [Ab] guns, and shit, no tears.
Now I'm a broken [Eb] man on Halifax Pier, the last of [Gb] Barrett's [Ab] privateers.
Oh, well, St.
Barrett cried the town, how I wish I wasn't sure of [Eb] now.
For twenty brave men, all fishermen, [G] who would make for him, the [Eb] antelopes crew, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
Now I'm a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
The antelope slew, [Ebm] but I skinning sight, how I wish I wasn't [C] sure of now.
[Fm] She'd a list to the port, and her sails in rags, and I'd cook in the scumboot, with the snaggers and jags, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
Now I'm [Eb] a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
[G] On the King's birthday we sailed away, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
We were ninety-one days in Montego [F] Bay, pumping like madmen all the way, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American [N] gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
Now I'm a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
On the ninety-sixth day we sailed again, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
One of the bloody great Yankee holdings, sighed with our cracked four-pounders, we made a kite, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
Now I'm a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
Then at length we sent two cables away, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
Our cracked four-pounders made Norfolk ding, but with one fat ball the Yanks stole us in, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
Now I'm a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
Me and a loaf of sugarcane bitch on our side, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs, and a main track carried off both me legs, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
[Ebm] Now I'm a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
[N] So here I lay in my twenty-third year, how I [Eb] wish I wasn't sure of now.
[N] It's been six years since we sailed away, and I shmailed Halifax yesterday, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
Now I'm a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's _ _ _ privateers. _ _ _ _ _
